Saturday afternoon, Sera lay in bed thinking of the events of the night before. She had no idea why she crumbled into a puddle of tears. She had never done that before. At least not since she began going to Under Haven.
She had not slept well after her night at the club. Her senses were on overdrive. Flashes of light, strange sounds, and odd scents had given her nightmares. All her visions were too dark to discern yet she felt them deep within her soul.
She picked up her cell and debated dialing Damon. She put the phone down then picked it up once more. She exhaled and sent a text to Blaze. She typed an address and a time and hit send. After a few moments she sent a second text.
Do not tell anyone where you are going. Wear your black jeans. I like the way they look on you. And tell Avery Angel sent you.
Blaze heard the ping on his cell but his hands were otherwise occupied. He finished writing the lyric he had in his head before retrieving his cell. As he read, his head tilted to the side.
I’ll be there.
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